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pation of making such a trip himself. At the fisherman’s 
they pick out their boat. Hans says: ‘* Take vone mit 
dight row-locks, pound mit ledder.” “No,” replies Jim, 
“ We want loose oars ; that’s the kind I always use. Here 
Sport, come here!” At this call a black dog, half cur, 
half mastiff, runs briskly forward, and Jim helps him 
into the boat. Hans stood looking admiringly at the 
boat, and said: “Shim! dot’s a nice poat you bick 
ouwit.” 
“Yes,” says Jim, “she’s a daisy. I’m a little gone on 
color, and that bright red with white on her sides is just 
_ my style.” 
Hans appeared in great distress about something, and 
remarking: “ Donner und blitzen! I haf der grub for- 
gotten,” away he went home after it. Jim was too 
much disgusted to say much, and muttered to himself 
something about somebody who couldn’t see after four 
o'clock. 
They were now off, gaily they rowed down the stream, 
Jim in the stern, Hans at the oars. ‘ Gurracious!” 
exclaimed Hans, “ I vonder phwat der madder mit der 
visherman vas ? See how he bumps his arm oop and 
down. Must pe a pig vire in town.” “ Pll bet we have 
forgotten something,” said Jim. ‘* Where’s my gun?” 
Sure enough, the gun had been left on the bank. Each 
blamed the other, They rowed back, nearly a quarter 
ofa mile, against a strong current. The fisherman 
handed them the gun with a smile, and joked them be- 
cause of their forgetfulness. Again they started, headed 
for the *“ Docia,” seven miles down stream. At the 
mouth they saw ducks flying in all directions, but none 
came near them. That red boat wasn’t as enticing to 
them as it was to Jim, and the thumping oars warned all 
